Besedila: Autopilot Off. Make A Sound. Chromatic Fades.

Across these highways
And deadend roads
You wandered down
For somewhere now

And you travel lightly
And the air inside is all you take
To carry on your way
Hoping lesser till the end

Cuz after all
The frames filled the wall
Then your ripped them down
After all
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground

You ended up
Back, where you began
And you couldnt find a face you knew

You were hoping
You could Always go back to that place
You wanted it to wait
SOmewhere we will never see again

Cuz after all
The frames filled the wall
Then your ripped them down
After all
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground

Chromatic Fades
Not when your holding on
Drink until the glass is gone

Cuz after all
The frames filled the wall
Then your ripped them down
After all
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground